Argument on Highway Seven

we jerk to the side
slide onto the shoulder

i sputter and seize up
stiff like an engine starved for oil

tires bite gravel and spit
stones

get out
your eyes bore into me
like headlights

you grip my arm and
turn me tight like a wheel

i jump out, stumble
crash to the ground

my throat thick with exhaust
i watch as you peel away
dust in your wake

this wreckage behind you

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